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[mitochondriaaya]

Who: Aya, Mog, hospital staff, boys?
When: Four months into her work as a beat cop in New York.
What: Well, hospitals are always fun.

She blinked awake, her heart pounding and the familiar, dry chemical taste in her mouth meaning someone had stabbed her with an epi pen. There was th e screeching shrill of Mog tearing someone a new one and indeed her fuzzy friend was still clutching the empty epi pen she'd used while screaming at the nearby doctors. "I think..." she managed, fighting her dry throat, "they get it Mog."

"Ma'am? Ma'am you had a reaction to the contrast dye for the scans we needed to find that shrapnel in your side..."

She nodded, made sense, except, well, "safe list in my file..." She knew there were dyes they'd tested already! The boys were a bit paranoid and thorough. "Sent all files to area hospitals, Aya Brea..."

"We don't have a file on you ma'am. You were in processed through ER and you weren't in our system."

Oh, well, that was a problem. "No more meds, Mog dial the lab, get records..." Only so much she could handle, epi pen wise, while they tried to fix her. Yeah, the labs were in black out this week, some very high priority experiments being done with oversight from secret service, but maybe one of the Mary's could send her file to wherever this was.


Obviously they 'nearest' hospital to her injury wasn't anywhere near downtown.

More the pity. Now that she was awake, well, pain killer would be nice. Obviously she'd been out a while if Mog was here given they were on different patrol routes. Her current partner was sitting the hall and shaky, bad cup of coffee in his hands. Well then. "Happened?" she finally asked.

"Kuuuu-po! Kip kup kuukupo."

Oh, domestic went sideways. She remembered now, kind of. A trailer park, it was dark, a screaming man with a shotgun, milling neighbors who wouldn't get their asses inside and safe away from it all. Sensing the trigger pull and wrapping around a kid, trusting her jacket to keep them as safe as possible. A weird delay before the buckshot hit, an odd shimmer through her sight, then instinct that made her whimper and curl tighter around the kid as the buckshot that didn't find her hit a nearby propane tank on a gas grill.

Oh right, good time to be unconscious.

Weirdly she didn't feel as burned as she figured she should be. She'd think about that later, yes. "Kid?"

"Kip-pu!"

"Oh good," she groaned and tried to sit up, then realized that was a bad idea when the doctors rushed forward to stop her. "Water?"

The doctor shook his head, "IV only, you'll be in surgery soon."

Riiiight.

"AFTER FILE."

"Alright, we'll hold you stable as we can until then."

Mog bobbed in the air, nodding emphatically. "Kupuuu~?"

"Yeah, call Elcy and Yinsi if labs don't dial through...they'll...they'll..." oh she was going to nap again yup.

Mog dropped a few inches in worry until she remembered the monitors and saw things were steady, good. Good good. As shift ended more cops were showing up in the hallway, including the few detectives that had taken a shine to both Aya and Mog. To say they were something of mascots was an understatement really.

Plus there was always a vigil when a cop was shot.

"I don't mean to sound rushed but if we can't get her into surgery soon we may need to medivac her to a larger hospital..." the doctor noted to Mog. "Are you her medical power of attorney?"

"Ku," she shook her head, making a beeline for the nearest phone and punching it into speaker mode to dial the labs. Pick up pick up pick up..."

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The first person to pick up the phone didn't speak Moogle. They got a Moogle, however, who took Mog's message and then almost literally broke the speed of sound to get to the boys, who were (for once) working on something together.

The only reason that Braig wasn't losing his license is because Mog also arranged for a lights-and-sirens escort because everyone knew that there was no way Braig wasn't going to get there as fast as legitimately possible. (Dilan was not going to be surprised if he woke up with white hair, between Braig's driving and the shot.)

"POWER OF ATTOURNEY!" Dilan bellowed as he bulled his way into the hospital, "AYA BREA. I'M HERE. NO PAINKILLERS UNTIL I'VE VERIFIED." He got to be PoA simply because he was louder and more medically inclined than Braig. Also less likely to punch someone.

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There were a LOT of cops who didn't react well to yelling but they didn't blockade the hall at least? The doctor kind of wished they had because that was a VERY intimidating sight...

...Mog hovered in the doorway like a tiny moogle stop sign, GLARING, at the noise. "KU!" Shush please! "Kupupupuuu-pi!" /You made good time though, too much longer she'd be transferred./

Aya just looked pale and a bit blood speckled, the customary hollows in her cheek already stark and worrisome as her metabolism burned everything. Her normal reaction to injury honestly but still frightening to outside perspectives (like her poor doctor).

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Dilan was also able to quiet on a dime, although that miiiiiiiiiiiiiight not have been reassuring either. In a panic, he was either VERY loud or VERY...predator. "Ku kupo po kuuuuu." he apologized, thrusting Aya's file at the doctor and rattling off approved of painkillers, anesthesia, and surgical materials that wouldn't cause her to react.

Braig hovered, bitching quietly about not being able to give blood. Wrong blood type.

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Mog reached out to pat Dilan's nose, accepting the apology, then flitted over to sit on Braig's shoulder and hug his head. "Kuuuu." Yeah, she understood being the wrong bloodtype...species...thing.

"Contrast! We need a contrast soonest!" And the file was very, very thick honestly. He would go over it with a fine toothed comb once he had the leisure but, well, MRI wasn't an option so they needed to make other scans clearer! "Then surgery!"

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"I know how to wash up," Dilan said rapidly, "I am a walking encyclopedia of Aya's issues. I can help by standing in the corner and answering questions." Although if he was turned down...he would wait.

Braig rubbed Mog's hand, because she was using her wings and head-pets were Not On when you were small.

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"Are you a doctor? What hospital are you with?" he asked, not even glancing at Dilan now in favor of getting a mild pain killer in the girl and...a nutrient drip. Yeeeaaaaah. "Did she have cancer as a child? It can make people fragile in odd ways when they're older..." Otherwise it was just weird. Very weird.

In his experience anyway.

Yeah, Mog was going to stay right where she was since Braig was not okay! But there was a tall, heaveset man in plainclothes offering him and Mog coffee?

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"Not a human doctor yet." Dilan admitted, "Third year med student in human biology, and childhood friend." It was the easiest way to describe things, "The three of us grew up together, and I've always been interested in sapient biology, so...I do have my MD in Katzu and Olia." it's just that Aya...wasn't as fragile as Braig or as rare as Dilan so he put it off how stupid could he have been?!

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"Alright, show me the MD creds once we have her off to scan and I'll see if I can trust you in the operating theater," he nodded sharply. "Reference on call would be useful, but I have to be sure due to hospital standards and insurances."

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Dilan nodded and pulled out his wallet. Two different hospital IDs, plus a couple of affidavits from people who did not believe that someone who looked as A) young and B) alternative as Dilan could possibly be a doctor.

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"Nurse! Get these scanned and copied to this case file!" he called, waving one forward through the veritable crowd.

Aya chose then to peel an eye open as the nutrient bag went utterly dry? "Ugh."

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"Hey, kiddo." Braig said, possibly teleporting to her side, "We're here. Dilan's gonna help them take care of you."

Dilan...stayed where he was, out of the way. He was harder to work around than Braig.

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She licked very dry lips and tried to smile for him? "...hey. It's not...that bad. Promise." It wasn't. It wasn't even as bad as when she came in initially they'd find!

"Mmm, good here though." Yup, still stupidly tired enough to drop words.

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"Where else could we be?" he asked, trying for light. "You be good, now. No biting anyone."

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"Work." Obviously. They were supposed to be working right? "Mmmm, hungry, could bite..."

"NO FOOD BEFORE OPERATION!" The doctor noted firmly.

Bah.

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"No biting." Dilan agreed, "We'll feed you later. Braig, get the calorie charts out of the second folder. No, the blue one."

"Nah, this is more important than work."

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"When later?" she didn't want her brain to click off again! She'd terrify people at a buffet!

"Kuuuuupi!"

She grumbled and laid a shaking hand on Braig's, "loud moogle."

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"When you're allowed." Braig said, firmly, "We'll order in. She's worried."

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"...kay," she sighed, relaxing a touch as the nutrient bag was switched out, then eyed the syringe the doctor was holding.

Mog tensed, watching that as well, but Dilan was here so, "Kiii?" Safe contrast?

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"Yeah, that one's ok." Dilan said, having been working with the doctor while Braig and Mog talked to Aya, "She's got to go back now...we need to deal with this soonest." Ooops, too much tooth.

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"Propane tank bits," Aya nodded.

"PII!" And buckshot!

"Mostly tank bits. Good vest."

The doctor got the contrast injected into the saline drip then sighed, "Too many bits that shouldn't be there regardless. Internal bleeding in too many places."

"Oh, that's why I want to chew pennies."

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"No pennies!" the boys said together. Braig continued with, "I'll get the usual post-bloodloss food for you."

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The doctor actually jumped at the chorus then looked between people a bit wide eyed, "THIS HAPPENS OFTEN?!" Often enough there was a usual food and group reactions?!

"...no?" Aya blinked slowly.

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Dilan pointed at Braig's missing eye and cheek scar. "I mean, I don't scar much? But, yeah. We're active people and we were all kids together."

"The treehouse." Braig moaned.

"So, yes. We have standard food for when we get hurt."

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"...oh. Oh. Like, wait..." watch him try to build a meal plan that would work for all evident species here as a standard.

"Only tried to eat pennies like...twice," Aya muttered as a nurse came to start wheeling her bed away for scanning.

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Braig almost chuckled, "We do a lot of cooking." he said with a shrug, "Well, THEY do a lot of cooking. I can't cook."